So Long, Reverend Ike

So long, Sister Jean

You always kept your habits clean

You tried to teach me virtue

A little passion couldn't hurt you

Goodbye, Father John

I never quite felt like your son

It's a tax-free situation

It looks like half the congregation's gone

I'm afraid that I've gone with them, Father John

So long, Rabbi Gold

You wanted more than just my soul

You said "God keeps his eye on

Those who send their bucks to Zion."

Goodbye, Rabbi Gold

When did you start to lose control?

My circumcision grieves me

And kosher dinners always leave me cold

So, goodbye, amen, l'chaim, Rabbi Gold

So long, Reverend Ike

You were so unreal

All you could tell me was heaven and hell

And Norman Vincent Peale

So long, Reverend Ike

Goodbye, Billy Graham

Cardinal Cooke and his latest book

On the Holy Land

Goodbye, Brother John